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Maria watched as Michael picked up the gun and then he was pointing it right at Al. Could she even watch Michael shoot Al? Kill him? She didn't really want to watch. But she couldn't look away. Shit. She hated that she was being so indecisive. She listened as Michael was yelling at Al about justice and she averted her eyes towards the wall. Waiting to hear the sound of a gunshot. To see Al's blood splatter out of the corner of her eye. She still had the sword steady against Al's skin.

But that sound never did come.

Maria was now blinking in confusion. And she turned her head back to look at Michael. A flag had come out of the gun. A fake?! No fucking way!

"Seriously? A fake gun...?! What the hell...?!"

She felt sick to her stomach. They were both seriously about to kill him because of a stupid, fake gun. Not only that. But the fact that Al might have killed someone. She still didn't want to believe that Alessio would have murdered anyone. But the blood on his clothes.... Maria shook her head a little. She couldn't deny it. Even if Al wouldn't say who he had killed.

Maria winced as Michael kicked Al in the privates before going to pick his axe up. Maria held her breath as Michael came back over. She wondered if Michael was about to strike Al in the head. No, he asked her a question instead. About what to do with Al. She guessed Michael didn't want to get rid of him anymore.

.....

Maria stared down at Al. He looked so helpless. So afraid of her. Of the weapon that she was holding against him. She came up with something. She wasn't sure if either of them would like the idea. But she needed to say it.

"We can keep him alive." She said to Michael simply as she moved the sword away from Al's neck carefully and she leaned over with her hand held out to him. "Take my hand and get up, Al. Don't even think of attacking me or I will not be afraid to cut you. Got it?"

Travis Levenson: 'Me? Nice? Please! You're being delusional...'Tia Sullivan: 'This is a complete waste of my time....' Molly Doe: 'Why don't we just get with the party lovers and have a crazy, wild experience?'Ravan Sharpe: 'Uh.... H-Hi.'

Michael could barely speak in utter disbelief. This little fucker... Okay, let's recap a few things.

One. When he walked in on him scaring the pee pee out of the pissy pants trio, there was blood on the pickaxe. Now the implication is pretty clear there; but maybe, just maybe, he found it. Of course, that leaves another problem, who would just leave a pickaxe out of the blue?

Oh yeah... Someone who found a gun. Al had came back, covered in more blood, carrying what he thought was a real gun. Now, even if he didn't kill someone with the pickaxe in the beginning, there's a very high probability that he'd killed someone for the toy gun.

But what if- somehow he didn't kill someone. Where did the pickaxe go, and where did all the blood come from. What would he have done to get himself covered like that?

Did he play dead under someone else?

None of it really made sense. No way, there was nooo way he- Make up your fuckin' mind already!

"Alright, we wait 'till tomorrow. We just gotta find a way to keep him with us; y'know, without him biting our throats out..." Michael shook the pain out of his hand and looked at it. Fucker bit right through it, tore most of the burnt skin away. It was bleeding like a motherfucker, and he was sure he saw other gross fluids in there.

"What's in the bag, Al? I think I deserve some of your meds, 'coz y'know, you kinda bit me for no reason."

Maria was still holding Al's hand as he said that he hadn't killed anyone. She frowned upon him saying that. It was really hard to believe those words from his mouth. But what if Al was telling the truth? They could have just killed him without any hesitation beforehand. Well, Michael would have if the gun hadn't been a fake. Maria would have held back because.... because she didn't have it in her to kill Al. She was not going to tell Michael or Al that. She didn't want to show them any weakness.

She let go of Al's hand as she had been holding it for too long and she cleared her throat, feeling somewhat embarrassed. Al could be a killer or he could not be a killer. Which one is he going to be? Michael was right. They would have to wait until the announcement the next day.

Or she could just ask Al if he thinks that he will be on it.

Maria let out a sigh of frustration. She glanced at Al's face. Killer? Not a killer? Which one are you, Al?

"Can I trust you, Al?"

She had the sword lowered. Don't want to be too threatening. She wanted Al to think that he would be safe with the both of them for a while.

"Do you think that we hear your name on the announcement tomorrow? Yes or no?" She asked him simply.

Maria then looked at Michael who was asking about Al's bag. Michael's hand really did look disgusting and like shit. She grimaced at the sight.

"If he tries to do anything funny to you or me, then the best thing for us to do is either tie him up or trap him in this room." She whispered in Michael's ear and then she glanced back at Al. "We can share our supplies with you if you share with us, Al. It's only fair."

Travis Levenson: 'Me? Nice? Please! You're being delusional...'Tia Sullivan: 'This is a complete waste of my time....' Molly Doe: 'Why don't we just get with the party lovers and have a crazy, wild experience?'Ravan Sharpe: 'Uh.... H-Hi.'

Alessio remembered that he might be on the announcements tomorrow. Till then he's innocent. Till then Vanessa doesn't know how much she fucked up.

Until the announcements Maria and Michael will believe him. Or not. Did not matter. He did not need to reply to them. Did not tell them his story.

They also wanted his bag. Share his supplies. Whatever. As if he had a choice now. They were going to take it either way. Al's possessions were not important for them on the island.

Alessio did not reply to the demands of Maria and Michael. He did not need to justify anything to them. He also did not need to lie to them or tell them a fake story. He also won't tell the truth. Won't talk his heart out. No, his experience and pain was none of their business.

"He got a lucky break this time. If that gun was real, motherfucker would be deaf by now." Michael stared down at Alessio, maybe it was also his lucky break. Even when he had the chance to end it all then and there, he hesitated. Not only that, he aimed away, he tried to miss. That said a lot about where he actually stood, what he could actually do. When he thought the gun was real he aimed away, he tried to miss.

He didn't hear his names on the announcements though. What if; through some shitty miscalculations and some really, really, really, rea-hea-heally bad luck on Alessio's part that he was innocent. Michael would've killed an innocent if that gun were real, and if he didn't try to miss.

But it was all bullshit, Alessio was clearly guilty, but until the verdict, they had to babysit him, just to be sure. Michael just couldn't grow a pair and follow through with his promises. That was all. Maria or Al wouldn't know, not for the time being. And once those announcements come in? Michael was sure he'd build up the strength to follow through. Gun or no gun. He still had his axe.

"But y'know what?" Michael knelt besides Al, lowering his shades to nose level. He stared Alessio right in the eyes.

"He tries any funny shit, he'll just be gettin' broken." Michael said, in the cheesiest Rutger Hauer rasp anyone could speak in non-ironically.

Michael raised his shades back to eye level, before rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

He reached his hand out to grope Al's lootbag before zipping it open. Already he saw an oddity.

Two large dirty white jacket thingies. He threw them to the side without much of a second thought. He searched through the bag finding a suspicious abundance of food and water.

"Dinner for two, eh?" He spoke with obvious disdain for the captive.

"Was this your extra 'weapon'?"

Michael awaited an answer, before shrugging and pulling out the first aid kit. He opened it up, and began working on his hand. He was gonna have to stop the bleeding, and that meant one thing.

He pulled out the lighter.

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Michael's hissing rivaled the sounds of burning hand sanitizer before it warped into a loud "FUCK!" ending with Michael shaking the flames out.

After he finished bandaging, he looked at the white jackets he carelessly tossed.Waiddaminute...

Oh shit, these were straight jackets.

Michael picked one up and looked at it, wondering what it would've been used for, and why Al had it.

Was he another Isabel?

His he turned his head towards Maria, tilting his head to the jacket, then towards Alessio. He did this around three or four times.

Maria was feeling annoyed when Al didn't say anything to her. But, whatever. He could talk to her when he felt he was ready to. Or maybe he never will if they heard his name on the announcement the next day. And then she would take him out of the picture. One less psycho would be better.

Unless he hadn't gone on some murderous rampage. And you are just thinking the worst of him, Maria. Al could be innocent or he did it in self-defense....

She watched as Michael was going through Al's bag and she was being quiet herself. She needed to think of what they would do next. Maybe they should stay in the asylum for the time being. She was actually feeling exhausted, thirsty and a bit hungry. Strange as she thought that she would be put off by Al and Michael's fight from eating. But she had to take care of her health. Right?

She was grossed out by Michael taking care of his wound and she had to look away until he was done with it. She hoped that she wouldn't have to treat an injury on herself later on. She was pretty sure that she wouldn't be able to do it properly. Unless she asked Michael to take care of it instead. She should stop thinking about it. Focus on Al and Michael.

She then looked back at Michael who was holding a jacket and he was looking at her. She didn't even realize what the jacket was at first. Until she got a closer look at it. A straight jacket? She stared back at Al with obvious surprise on her face. Was he planning to use those on someone who wouldn't suspect it? Would he have used them on her and Michael? She couldn't let that bastard do that!

She nodded her head towards Michael. To make it obvious that she knew what he was thinking. Even if a small part of her thought that it felt unusually odd for a plan.

Travis Levenson: 'Me? Nice? Please! You're being delusional...'Tia Sullivan: 'This is a complete waste of my time....' Molly Doe: 'Why don't we just get with the party lovers and have a crazy, wild experience?'Ravan Sharpe: 'Uh.... H-Hi.'

God, Michael looked at the straitjacket as if it was a tool to torture him. What's what Michael said some minutes ago? Al will have half of his teeth and half of his testicles less? Someone save him from that.

Still, it was his bag. Mike used Al's first-aid kit. No problem with that. But at least let Al have something for himself. To treat his wounds from the scuffle. His wounds that was the dirty and hurt feeling.

Michael lowered the straight jacket and turned towards Al. The fucker wanted a water bottle.

Michael pulled it out and looked at him.

"Why?"

Al didn't need to answer, Michael knew the answer.

Blood dripped down the sides of Alessio's mouth, as a flap of burned skin dangled from the corner of his lower lip. Michael himself gagged from the view alone. Alessio looked like he had pizza caked over his mouth, bad, burnt pizza at that. The visage was terrible, the scent was horrible, and Michael was thankful he couldn't taste whatever the hell Al was tasting. It was bad enough to look at, it was worse to realize all of it was yours. Not only was he disgusted, he was disgusted...

He pulled out the water bottle.

"I mean, it's clear you like the taste of my meat in your mouth, otherwise you'da not bit so hard. Why'd you think you deserve water, eh? Be thankful it was fuckin' cooked y-you, you-"

He couldn't even focus looking at that shit! Michael shivered then dry-heaved before he opened the water bottle, his eyes watching Al's.

It was clear how bad he wanted it.

"Alright."

Michael took the water and gulped the majority of it down, leaving just enough to fill a shot glass left in the bottle.

Voices. Talking. Saying things that Alvaro couldn’t hear. It was familiar. Not the voices, but the situation. It had happened earlier today. Twice. Both times, Alvaro had checked who was talking. Both times, Alvaro had chosen to raise his gun at the situation. Both times, a friend of his had a bullet sent inside of them. The situation was familiar. For the third time today, Alvaro heard voices from afar. He had a gun in his hands. He was a murderer. The thing he had to do was obvious. He had done it before. He could do it again.

But he wasn’t going to.

As he moved, slowly down the hallway, he knew that he wasn’t going to do that. He had hurt people. He had shot somebody, back down in the basement. He had killed Jasper, despite however much he didn’t want to. It wasn’t going to happen for a third time. He wasn’t going to hurt anyone. He wasn’t going to kill.

But he didn’t know who the voices were.

They could be anybody.

They could be saying anything.

He didn’t know what they were saying, so he had to check.

And that was what he was doing. Slowly, down the hall. Step by step, the breaths on his person being muted. He couldn’t be seen. They couldn’t know that he was there. He just had to step in, find out what they were saying, and run. There wasn’t anything he was going to do. The gun was in his hands, but he wasn’t going to use it. In, listen, out. In, listen, out. That’s all there was. That’s all there was going to be.

He was outside, now. Right next to the door. There were voices. They were louder. They were distinct.

Al.

Al was in there. Al was talking. He needed water. He could hear that. Al was in the room. He would have liked to go in there, but he knew he couldn’t. He was a murderer. He had killed two of his friends at this point. He wasn’t going to make it three. He wasn’t going to make it three. He knew that. He wasn’t going to do anything. He would just take his steps and walk-

Maria didn't like that Michael was taunting Al like that. Yeah, sure, Al did have a gun on them but that was over now. And she really didn't need her partner being a dick right now. If Al wanted water, she would have just given it to him. Have all of that horrible shit around his mouth had almost made her gag. She should tell Michael to cool it. She didn't need him acting like that. Even if Al turned out to be a murderer. She even had her own limits.

She took a step towards the both of them.

"Come on, Michael. This isn't the right-"

Maria heard the door bang open and she turned her head sharply to see who was barging in. It was Alvaro with a gun. Was it real? Maybe. She sure as hell wasn't going to test her luck. She didn't want to be filled with bullets and lay there dying because of this guy. She remembered that he had been on the announcements. Killed someone named Barry Banks. Now they had a confirmed killer and a maybe or maybe not killer together. Fucking happy days!

Alvaro wanted her and Michael to back off. She frowned a little. She couldn't do that. But the gun.... This day wasn't going to that great at all. She still have her own weapon lowered and she was trying to not look so threatening. Should she be tough with Alvaro? She wasn't sure. She didn't want to push him over the edge. She needed to say something.

She let out a small, bitter laugh. "Stand down...? You can't be serious." She pointed towards Al and she was staring at Alvaro with a serious expression on her face. "We can't just let him go. If Al here, turns out to be a murderer like you, well.... we need to make sure he doesn't hurt anyone else. Look at the blood on him, Alvaro. If you take him away from us.... What are the chances he will stab you in the back? Because I don't think he is trustworthy. Hell, I don't even trust you. So why don't you just leave without making more of a fuss. Yeah?"

She instantly regretted her words. She was just basically asking to be shot. But she couldn't take them back now. Now it was up to Alvaro to decide what to do next.

Travis Levenson: 'Me? Nice? Please! You're being delusional...'Tia Sullivan: 'This is a complete waste of my time....' Molly Doe: 'Why don't we just get with the party lovers and have a crazy, wild experience?'Ravan Sharpe: 'Uh.... H-Hi.'

Al gladly took the water bottle, ignoring the comments Michael made at him. He then looked at it, unsure whether he really wanted to wash his mouth with something Michael had drinked from. But he did not need to decide anymore, because a saviour came, with a gun. Al dropped the bottle.

Alvaro. He was alive?! Al just could recall him being killed by someone after the first announcements. An athlete boy killed him, Al could swear that he heard that. But somehow Alvaro was alive.

Al's really pissing Mike off, him trying his hardest to be a mute is reminding him of another mute that really pissed him off. He was gonna really enjoy hearing the announcements, with Al having ended up killing like 10 people. With a start like this, he should grab one of the bed sheets, pull a plan A. Turn Alessio into a hood ornament. For a tree that is. If trees could have hood ornaments...

He just had to hype himself up. Al threw away his humanity when he killed right? Like Nancy, she wants to be seen as an object of death, and not a person. 'Fame from killing'? Disgusting. People who thought like that weren't people, that was an insult to the human race to compare them to- well, that. It helped. Dehumanize the enemy and it becomes a lot easier.

It was gonna happen on the ann-

Alvaro.

Alvaro had a gun.

Michael heard nearby machine gun fire.

Alvaro had the machine gun.

Michael stood up. This wasn't like the other times, all he had to do was fire, and Michael would be dead ten times before he hit the floor. It wasn't a question of if he'd be hit, it was a question of how many.

From how many times he heard the ratta-tatta below him, Alvaro's been working hard...

First was uhhhh, shit what was his name? Oh yeah, Barry. Good job following horror film stereotypes Alvaro, you dick.

"Woah, hold up a minute..."

Michael kept a hold of his axe, but he raised his other hand. He wasn't gonna drop that shit. Not like it'd help. Alvaro could kill all three of them without even opening his eyes.

Then little pissbaby spoke up.

"Yeah! That's my blood on your mouth you biting fuckboy fuck! I don't even know who's blood that is on your clothes, but it ain't mine or yours you shit!"

He looked towards Alvaro.

"Ala-" Michael cut himself off, now's not the time to be witty. No name fuckings, this shit is serious.

"Alv... Listen, this is probably exactly what it looks like, but this little shit has it coming to him! He murdered someone over a fake gun! I don't know what you're tryin' to do,and I know from here, me and Maria look like the bad guys; but we ain't."

He paused and pointed towards Alessio.

"We're the good guys here. He's... not."

It only just occurred to him that Alvaro might kill him and Maria over petty shit from school like everyone else he's seen.

Maria knew that Alvaro would not believe them. Of course, because Michael was the type to bully others and Al would more or less be one of Michael's 'targets' or whatever. This was all a bunch of bullshit. Michael calling them the good guys had kind of pushed it. At least to her, it did.

What the hell were they supposed to do now? Alvaro was now threatening to shoot Michael. She really didn't want to lose her partner just after a couple of hours of getting into an alliance with him. The best thing that she could do, was just to listen to Alvaro's words and hope that Michael wouldn't try or say anything stupid.

"....Fine. I'm going to put down my weapon slowly. Let's not do anything that we will regret. Alright?" She was speaking as calmly as she could as she leaned over to place her sword onto the ground and then she leaned back up, staring at the gun in Alvaro's hands.

If only he didn't have that weapon, Maria would not have been afraid to take him down....

Travis Levenson: 'Me? Nice? Please! You're being delusional...'Tia Sullivan: 'This is a complete waste of my time....' Molly Doe: 'Why don't we just get with the party lovers and have a crazy, wild experience?'Ravan Sharpe: 'Uh.... H-Hi.'